A bit of Spam Poetry to start a Monday morning. Usually, spam has a URL or something like that. This one had nothing of the sort. Just poetry.
by chinese cabinets, conceived every black'ning church appals; sit in a cage and sing. why thou complainest not when in one hour thou fade away:
to my other plain or fair and passes in a tear,-- keeps on playing handel's water music to my other plain or fair
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